A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age. –Robert Frost.
All the world is birthday cake, so take a piece, but not too much.
Every year on your birthday, you get a chance to start new.
I am at an age when one would like to forget birthdays, for the fear of the fire alarm getting triggered.
I can no longer wish of the evening out with my grandmother a day before my birthday.
Nor can I ask for the first phone-call of the day from my father.
Gone are the days when we wished and did not wish the eggs that landed on us. Or the midnight cake cutting at the football field.
I settle for a bouquet of roses, and box of chocolates.
Of course the greatest pampering would be dinner cooked by someone other than me. 🙂
PS; if a birthday heralds a new year it also heralds the end of the old one.